"Therein lies the heart of the city. A nested bonfire of eternal daydreams, clad in the noisy streets, the effervescent nights."

"It's only the sounds that keep us going; sound of life, resound alive. The heartbeat in honks, vivace and colour."

"Perspective morphs the city anew. A new colour, a different hue— brilliance and achievements, dazzling accomplishments, all set ablaze, in the stark dimness, the absence of light. Night, yet afire, with human ire. Will captive, struggling to break free, the heart of the system, anomalous as usual. You feel it?"

"It dims. Darkens. Red, it glows. Ire justified, or a mere consequence?"

"Brilliance is beautiful, even when it pierces through the fog of hazy eyes. A light, that shines, is blessing indeed. The soul awash, is a soul free. Newborn potential. A piece of divinity."

"And yet all of it comes tumbling down. Such is the system. Such is life. The cycle renews, with moments of clarity. Set the reminder for another day. The heart beats in sync, as the clock ticks midnight."

~ Broken-hearted Beggar